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The Seraph’s Silence

The thing that wore a priest’s robe tilted its head at Celia, and the sound it made wasn’t a voice. It was like parchment tearing underwater. And yet, she heard her name.

“Celia…”

Her gun rose on instinct, trembling in both hands. Mara flanked her with breath held and eyes like flint.

The cha...